Honour Bound
Smoke rising from his lips and from the nostrils of his nose, Simon sits quietly at his desk. His back turned to the door, he watches a tape on the television set in his office. It’s a tape of PWA Honour Bound Night Four. A night that changed his life forever.
Simon Kalis: My wife was ripped from my heart. My youngest child was ripped from my arms. Forget the fact Teresa robbed me of my chance to finish off Lisa and win the AoWF World title. That was the least of things.
Kalis points to the television set.
Simon Kalis: You were there to save me. To hold me, and remind me that somewhere inside was the honourable fighter I’d once been. Most of all you came and died with me that night. I never did thank you.
Simon spins his chair around, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and smiles.
Simon Kalis: I never did say thank you.
Corlen sits opposite him, she smiles and nods.
Emily Corlen: Simon, you don’t need to-
Simon Kalis: But I do. And people, they rag on you a lot. They don’t give you the credit, nor respect, you deserve. I was guilty of that. But when you’ve had time to let the dust settle on your career, and let the memories of the fight fade to the back of your mind… You can’t help but think about all the people I screwed over.
Emily Corlen: I can’t fathom how large that list is.
Kalis smirks.
Simon Kalis: No, you can’t. But today, almost a year after Honour Bound, things have never been better Em. My wife is back to me. My son back in my arms. And for the first time, The Order of best place to buy cialis online Chaos exists… Without me.
Kalis ashes his cigarette, his face wrinkling.
Simon Kalis: This is how I know my career is over. But I have crimes I’ve yet to answer for. To Jacob Figgins. To Riona Langly. To your husband, Johnny. The Apostles of-
Emily Corlen: Do you know something I don’t?
Kalis smiles, soft and warm.
Simon Kalis: No. I haven’t heard the song being sung anywhere, except my dreams where I’m reminded of the terrible things I wrought over the AoWF.
Simon reaches into his desk drawer and produces an enveloped marked to Johnny Chaos. He slides it over to Emily.
Simon Kalis: If I can do one last thing for the baby I created, it is this. To extend a hand to my enemy. It is, after all, what The Order of Chaos was founded on. Two great rivals coming together to become an unstoppable force. It gives me pride to see that, of you and Adrian.
Emily Corlen: Well to be fair, Adrian and I didn’t have the all out war spanning half a decade and multiple federations like you and Ebdon did before The Order was born.
Simon Kalis: That’s true, but times change. Half a decade then is like six months these days. Johnny needs to take his place as a leader of The Order of Chaos if it is to become true to it’s founding. There were three, there must always be three.
Corlen takes the envelope and nods, but, she seems hesitant.
Emily Corlen: Why does this feel like a goodbye? What the hell is going on Aaron?
Simon gulps, putting his cigarette out.
Simon Kalis: When you’ve done this as long as I have Emily, you’ll know. You’ll develop the sense for danger. I fear my time returned is short lived.
Emily Corlen: But we’ve got the Masters crushed in REBEL Pro.
Kalis lights another cigarette, clearly chain smoking.
Simon Kalis: Do we? Or do we merely have an illusion? After all the shit I’ve pulled in my career, I know every trick there is. I fear things may already be out of my control. We wave The Order of Chaos flag next to the REBEL Pro flag, but what does it even mean? Get the letter to Johnny. Be the reasonable voice he needs to hear, and show him where he belongs. With you, with Adrian. With the girls and with Bubba. Even with David.
Simon smirks.
Simon Kalis: Will you do that for me?
Corlen nods.
Emily Corlen: I will, Simon. I will.
Corlen stands up and salutes him. He smiles and rises to his feet, saluting back. She leaves the office as Simon plops back into his chair and we fade to ringside.
REBEL Pro FECAL Beagle Championship Match
Jack Spades versus Bobby Lee©
The bell sounded to start this contest off, but it wasn’t really a legitimate wrestling match. These two men tried their best to have the other man pin him, not the first time Bobby Lee’s been in a match of this type. Jack Spades then began to use his advantage over Bobby Lee, hitting several moves such as a suplex, brain buster, Russian leg sweep, and a piledriver to put Bobby Lee away enough so that Lee could pin him. However, pretty much all it did was make Bobby Lee whimper and scream from the pain of alien probes digging in to his skin or something. Jack, having tried several powerful moves, just looked down at Lee; who promptly kicked him right in the balls. Jack doubled over and Bobby was surprised that his flayling legs managed to connect with something, because it hardly ever does. Bobby Lee then pulled Jack on top of him for a cover, but Spades forced Bobby Lee to raise a shoulder at 2 9/10ths, making him t hink he had actually won. Spades went then on more of an attack, but the screaming, slapping, kicking wildcat known aas Bobby Lee kicked Jack right in the chin; with something that some might call a superkick, but is it so super when its an accident? Either way Jack fell, out cold, on the canvas and Bobby Lee pulled him over for a pin. The count was at 2 9/10ths again when Referee Jimmy Johnson noticed that Spades’ foot had been under the rope the entire time; Bobby Lee was pissed(actually showing emmotion). Lee got up in to the face of Johnson, yelling something about him being a great referee, usually, but he was pinned clean and he freaking know it to be some sort of conspiracy.
Jack rolled Lee up from behind, kicked at the last minute so that his own shoulders were pinned to the mat so that Lee was pinning Spades.
Winner: Bobby Lee 14:41
New Feagle Beagle Champion: Jack Spades
After the match, Jack leaned over the distraught Bobby Lee and shoved the belt in to his face. Lee then began to cry as he ripped out his hair, the greasy mess that it is.
Fuck The Order of Chaos
A camera comes up backstage, where we catch up with Masakazu. He heads to his locker room from the General Manager’s office, getting ready for his match. He gets just outside his door before something comes up from behind him, pinning him to the door.
Masakazu: L… Luce…
The camera backs up a bit, seeing as Lucious keeps Kaz pinned to his door via a pipe to the throat.
Lucious Starr: Shut the fuck up and listen, Kaz. I tried to help you. I attempted to save your ass. Did the thought even cross your mind a few weeks ago when Meghan got the brunt of that MoA attack while you were simply forced to watch?? Shit, out of respect for the Order, I gave you an out, boy. I warned your father to get you out of this, and I fucking saved your ass.
Lucious releases Kaz, the young Kalis landing on a knee beside the Fury. Lucious bends down to face Masa, shaking his head.
Lucious Starr: You wanted this war, Adrian, but you have no idea what the Masters are capable of. I saved your ass, and you repay me by assaulting me?! Let me tell you something, boy. You’ll be lucky if you make it out of TGW with your fucking mobility. I’m giving you one last chance. You can back the hell out now, while you still have the chance, or you can face the consequences of your own poorly advised battle plans.
Masakazu looks up to Lucious, a slight grin. Both men stand, Kaz holding his throat.
Masakazu: Don’t fucking patronize me, Lucious. I’m a grown man with a wife and child; I can handle my own with the likes of you. I wouldn’t have carried out this plan if I wasn’t a hundred and fifty percent certain of that. The Masters may think they’re something because of their reign over the rest of the AoWF, but REBEL isn’t afraid to stand up to you. Hell, the only reason you’re here tonight is because you’re in a damn match. And unless you get real lucky, it’ll be the LAST time you have an excuse to be around.
Lucious chuckles, shaking his head.
Lucious Starr: First off, fuck REBEL Pro. Masters or not, I’m Lucious fucking Starr, and I do what the fuck I want WHENEVER the fuck I want. I trained under your father long enough to learn a few things, and there’s not a team out there to stop me from doing what the hell I want to do.
Second, I’m going to win this tournament with Pohatu by my side. You and Aaron will be seeing a LOT of me in the next few months, so you’d better get used to it.
Masa laughs now, shaking his head.
Masakazu: You’ll have to face me soon enough, Lucy. And when you do, your time in REBEL ends. And for your information, as long as my father runs this show, you and the Masters will never step foot into an Aggression without a match.
Lucious Starr: Then I suppose I… we’ll… just have to take your father out then, won’t we?
Lucious laughs as he starts off, Adrian looking after him. His eyes narrow as he pulls a phone out.
Masakazu: Hey it’s me. Keep an eye out. Lucious might have planted something. Might want to keep a couple other Order members close.
Huntin’ The World Part 3 of 6
The scene slowly resolves in to focus, showing the logo of a college campus, the mascot, in this case, is a wildcat. From behind the camera we hear a gruff voice, that of current Rebel Pro World Champion Bubba J.
“I continue my hunt and tracking of a very illusive person this week. I have been unable to make any type of contact with this individual, but hopes are that he still watches Rebel Pro television; even though it seems to be getting overrun by some sons of bitches calling themselves the MOA.”
He clears his voice, then the sound of a lighter is heard.
“I know me and this guy don’t get along, but I’m willing to put aside my differences with him for the betterment of the company.”
He waits a moment.
“I don’t mean just the company, I mean “THE” company; the best in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations today.”
He waits, probably taking a drag of the cigarette.
“This guy has won multiple matches, wrestled in many different federations, but through it all… he called Rebel Pro home.”
A pause.
“And I know that since Rebel Pro is in need of help, if I can find him, he’ll be ready.”
The camera spins quickly.
“Look at the tits on that chick!”
He seems to be talking over his shoulder.
“Cheerleader tryouts! Damn, we are good… wonder if they’ve heard of me.”
The guy with him laughs.
“Yeah, sure they’ve heard of Bubba J.”
They laugh.
“Wanna go and get a close up?”
{fade}
Jack The Mackhammer versus Jeremy Gold versus Duncan Aries
Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! Already in the Ring… The first in this match… Duncan Aries!”
“Born this Way” By Lady Gaga hits the speakers as the crowd gets to their feet, Jeremy Gold walks out in his wrestling attire, he doesn’t look to be very happy to be in this match, let alone in the arena at all. He rolls under the bottom rope and paces around the ring alittle. He looks up to the top of the
ramp dreading anything and everything that is about to happen next, keeping his distance from Duncan Aries as best as he could.
Jenny Jersey: “and his opponent… From Toronto, Ontario, Canada… He his the Assistant General Manager of Aggression… Jeremy Gold!”
The crowd cheers alittle for the frightened gold, but it doesn’t do much to raise his spirits. Duncan Aries just stares down Jeremy Gold, only switching his attention to the ramp as “Sexy and I know it” By LMFAO hits the speakers!
Jenny Jersey: “And his opponent…”
The song kicks into full gear as from behind the curtain comes a war-crying Jack the Mackhammer! He rushes out to the stage and poses for the fans who don’t really have any clue if he’s a heel or not, but cheer for him anyway.
Jenny Jersey: “From San Diego California.. Jack The Mackhammer!”
Jack rushes down the ramp and runs under the bottom rope, hoping back up almost running head first into Duncan Aries, who stands his ground like a defensive bear, Jack backs up, hands infront of him in a ‘take it easy’ sort of motion, he only backs right up into Jeremy Gold who squeels like a girl and pushes Jack right into Duncan Aries who clothes lines him right to the mat!
DING DING DING!
The match officially starts as Duncan Aries picks Jack up off the matt and tosses him into the turn buckle, he points at Jeremy and over the cat calls and boos we can hear “Stay over there, if you know whats good for you!”, Jeremy curls himself into the smallest ball he can, huddled in the corner. Duncan begins to throw punches at Jack who still hasn’t recovered from the clothes line, a couple rights and lefts to his gut, then one to the face, Jack’s head flies back as Duncan steps back and Jack falls forward.
Duncan rolls over jack with his foot and plants his boot on his chest for the pin, but before the ref can even drop to count, Jack twists Duncan’s foot and trips him up so he falls over, Jack scrambles to his feet and stalks Duncan alittle, who picks himself up to his feet, Jack rushes at him and pulls him into a quick grapple going and pulls him into a hard snap suplex! Duncan gets up from it easily, holding his back just a bit, but Jack goes right back on the attack, this time, sneaking up behind him to grab him from behind for a rough Atomic Drop!
Duncan hops back up holding his mommy/daddy button as the crowd ooo’s! Jack is smirking and giggling to himself, but Duncan spins around to go for a swing but Jack shouts out very loud stopping Duncan in his tacks “WAAAAIT!!!”
Duncan stops and looks confused.
“What’s that up there!” Jack points up and Duncan looks up, Jack smacks him hard across the face, loud enough for it to echo in the arena, Jack giggles alittle as Duncan holds his cheek, Jack pulls him up for another front atomic drop! Duncan grabs himself again and spins around right into a crazy Jeremy Gold who had leapt from his fetal position and pounced on Duncan scratching and punching and slapping at his head, screaming like a scored woman.
Jack backed off as the ref had to go and pull Jeremy Gold off, this gave Jack the chance to rush in and drive his boot right into Duncan Aries head! The ref turned around just as he finished and saw Duncan holding his skull, the ref gave Jack the fifth degree who denied everything of course! Jack pushed the ref out of the way and picked Duncan up, who managed to slither away by poking Jack in the eye! Jack covers the poked eye and cries out in agony, Duncan chuckles and turns around only to meet the hard boot of Jeremy Gold’s Golden Ticket!
Duncan stumbles back as Jack catches him in a grapple and lifts him up high! The crowd counts for five seconds before Duncan is brought down for a hard Mackhammer! The crowd goes crazy as the MOA member gets his beat down, Jack The Mackhammer is all fired up! He points to Jeremy and shouts “GET THE PIN! SPAZ!”
Jeremy’s eyes light up as he stares at Jack, then at Duncan, then back at Jack “You really mean it!”, Jack gives him the thumbs up and Jeremy collapses to the mat, almost in tears! He was finally going to get the respect he deserves, he goes to hook the leg, but before the ref can even get down to count. Jack drives his boot into Jeremy Gold’s skull! The crowd ooo’s and boo’s as Jack picks him up and tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring, all the while Gold bawling his eyes out as he comes crashing down outside the ring!
Jack just smirks and drops down to hook Duncan’s legs.
1!
2!
3!!
DING DING DING!!
Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen.. Here is your win-HEY!”
Jack grabs the microphone from Jenny and get himself right up next to her and smirks.
Jack: “You know, You said my name… sooo… fiiine.. when I came out here… How old are you hunny?”
Jenny just shakes her head and leans into the microphone, and with scorn in her voice, finishes her sentence.
Jenny Jersey: “…Your Winner… Jack the Mackhammer.”
LMFAO’s I’m sexy and I know it, hits the speakers as Jack backs up from Jenny, giving some very sensual pelvic hip thrusts towards jenny, wiggling his package at her as he steps out of the ring. As Jack The Mackhammer makes his way up the ramp, his music suddenly cuts and “Regulator” by CLUTCH hits. Duncan Aries pulls himself to his feet, just as Simon Kalis steps out from behind the curtains. He smiles and shakes Jack’s hand, patting him on the back. Quickly, however, his smile turns to a look of discontent.
Simon Kalis: Duncan Aries. A Master of Armageddon.
Aries scoffs at Simon, shaking his head.
Simon Kalis: I told you there’d be consequences if you lost this match, Duncan. Maybe we can work something out again in the future, but for now? You’re fired.
The crowd erupts into cheers, Duncan can’t believe it. Simon just waves goodbye and heads backstage once again. Gold, tears streaming down his face, quickly pursues Simon.
Who’s the Shadow Man?!
Another grainy shot of someone sitting in an office, or at least a room with office type stuff in it. The shot is not even poor quality, its worse than that.
“Yes, the door is still open here.”
A low sound of mocking laughter comes from the shadow man.
“No, he won’t be a problem at all.”
The shadow waits.
“Look forward to seeing what you’ve got in store.”
The shadow laughs again.
“Until then, have fun and may your reign of destruction begin.”
Two Generals, One Apocalypse
We open up backstage on the Nature locker room, where the duo prepare for their match. A knock at the door, and in walks Simon Kalis. Starr raises an eyebrow, Pohatu looking between the two and then gets to his feet, motioning the washing of his hands as he exits the room. Kalis steps up to Lucious, who shrugs before turning back to his locker.
Simon Kalis: So where are they, Lucious?
Lucious turns to Simon, shaking his head.
Lucious Starr: Aren’t you a year late on that? I gave those back…
Simon Kalis: You know what I mean, Lucious. You voiced a plausible threat to Adrian. I want to know where they are.
Lucious Starr: Even if Fley and I had made some plans for tonight, you really think I’d reveal such plans to you?
Simon has had enough, pinning Lucious to the locker with his elbow. Lucious grins, shaking his head.
Simon Kalis: The Masters have been banned from any and all REBEL shows, save scheduled matches. I’ve made sure that only a select number of the Masters have matches in one specific show. Now I know of only two people on this earth with the funds and motive to work my security against me, and Corey has retired from the profession.
Lucious laughs a bit, but is cut off as Simon puts more pressure on his elbow. Lucious holds his arms out, Kalis releasing him. Starr shakes it off, looking at Kalis.
Lucious Starr: Fuck you, Aaron. This whole anti-Masters regime is a failure. You want the truth? Fine, you called my fucking bluff. The Masters haven’t got a damn thing planned for tonight or any other night. We’re perfectly happy taking the RP3T and letting you have what’s left of this back water shithole. Now why don’t you take your Armani suit and your platinum wristwatch and that nifty little gold-plated desert eagle I’m sure you have tucked away on your person and shuffle your ass back to your desk, where you fucking belong?
Kalis and Starr stare each other down, neither one willing to back down. Morris comes out of the bathroom, seeing the confrontation and runs back in, slamming the door. Kalis backs off just a step, taking a quick breath.
Simon Kalis: I’ve made you my bitch before, Starr. Don’t think I won’t do it again.
Kalis starts off, opening the door. He stops as Starr calls after him.
Lucious Starr: Your plan failed once, Kalis. It will fail again.
Kalis turns back, an eyebrow raised.
Simon Kalis: My plans have never failed.
Lucious Starr: Funny. Adrian insists that you tried to make me your patsy. And yet it was YOU who eventually failed the Order. Sounds like a failed plan to me.
Simon Kalis: Say what you will to rationalize your sorrows. We both know I never lose.
Lucious Starr: Right. Bet Vanessa would beg to differ.
Kalis stops cold, his eyes widening. He turns back, Lucious with a sick grin on his face. Kalis steps up, slapping him across the face.
Simon Kalis: That was too far, Lucious, and you know it. My wife is off limits.
Lucious Starr: Really? Cause it seems to me that Tamika is taking over that role… Would Vanessa appreciate you taking up a replacement? A much younger, though probably far more experienced replacement?
Simon again goes to slap Lucious, but Starr catches him by the wrist. He leans in, still grinning.
Lucious Starr: You wanted a war. You chose your adversary, knowing what he knew. You bring this on yourself.
Lucious releases Kalis, Simon taking in a deep breath through his nose.
Simon Kalis: It is you who forgets his adversary, not me Beta.
He takes a moment, walking off. He bumps into Pohatu, and stops Pohatu by putting his hand on Pohatu’s chest.
Simon Kalis: If you’re a friend of Starr’s, you’re an enemy of ours. Remember that.
Kalis scoffs and walks off. Pohatu comes back into the locker room, shaking his head.
Pohatu: Just a reminder, Lucy. I’ve got your back in the tournament, but that’s it.
Lucious Starr: I know, I know. Your hands are clean of MoA business. I got it.
Pohatu: Alright. Now, let’s go. We’re up in two minutes and it’ll take three to get through the halls.
Morris peeks out of the bathroom, joining the duo as they make their way to the ring.
RP3T Round 2
Nature versus The Cowgirls from Hell versus Sticks ‘N’ Stones
We come back from commercial to find that all teams have entered in to this match, the fans still buzzing from the Cowgirls’ entrance, as their music dies away.
Ding Ding
Stone and Meghan started off this match with a collar and elbow, Matt quickly with the advantage, that is until Meghan trips him up, allowing his throat to come across the top rope. Stone holds at his throat, Meghan with an inverted DDT takes him down; she covers quickly.
One…
Two…
Lucious Starr is in there quickly breaking up the pin and as though it was a crack in the damn… here comes everyone else.
Larry Gordon: And the flood gates have opened!
Linzi Martin: It is Rebel Pro, but I’m not sure even we can keep up with this action.
Pohatu leaps on to Starr’s back, using the platform to launch himself with a scissorskick to send Tamika down to the canvas. Starr rushes after Marvin Wood, who barely ducks under the clothesline catching the arm and bringing Lucious down with an arm drag. Pohatu springs from the middle rope, leg drop across Marvin’s neck breaks the submission he was trying to apply. Starr is up to his feet, whipping Pohatu in to the ropes, giving his partner momentum to leap up with another scissorskick that takes out Meghan Nash Strader. MNS rolls under the ropes, to the outside, as Matt Stone pulls himself up to his feet. Starr barrels in to him with a shoulderblock, lifting him up and down to deliver a stunning spinebuster. The team of Nature(Pohatu and Lucious Starr) are standing tall in this one.
Larry Gordon: I don’t like Lucious Starr.
Linzi Martin: But you’ve got to admit.
Larry Gordon: I’ve got to admit nothing, I just don’t like him.
Tamika begins to pull herself up, behind Starr; hatred clearly visible in her eyes. Starr wheels around, eating a boot to the mouth from Tamika that knocks him in to the ropes. Starr bounces off the ropes as Tamika grabs on to Pohatu, swinging herself around kicking Starr in the jaw(sending him over the top) and then bringing Pohatu down with a tornado DDT. Tamika up quickly pulling Pohatu with her, locking him up for a snap suplex, delivering picture perfectly as Meghan dives off the top turnbuckle with a front flip leg drop. But here comes Marvin Wood, but the Cowgirls are ready for him. Marvin seems to back off, not wanting any of them both.
Larry Gordon: Marvin… backing away.
Linzi Martin: It appears so, but why?
The answer is revealed as Stone levels them both with a steel chair shot to the head; both going down. Tamika lands on the ropes, drapped there like a piece of clothing.
Larry Gordon: That is why, look at that smile on Stone’s face.
Linzi Martin: Not to mention that one on Wood’s face.
Wood makes a cover.
One…
Two…
Starr pulls Wood out of the ring and off the cover, leveling rights and lefts in to his face. Starr is backing up the former Victory Champ, until Stone drops the chair on his head, catching his attention. Starr looks up, but Wood is right there with a knee in to his ribs. Starr stumbles and right in to the path of Stone’s baseball slide in to his face. Starr slams heavily into the barricade, and Stone completes the combo with a spinning knee right in to his face. Starr is out of commission for a bit, but Pohatu isn’t as he flies off the apron with a shoulder block that sends the rising Stone in to his partner Wood; both hitting the barricade hard. Stone rolls off Wood, but Pohatu is there with a knee to his head, Stone blocks it. Starr is starting to get up as Wood aims a boot for Pohatu’s ribs. Starr catches the foot.
Larry Gordon: Both of these teams are fighting, letting the Cowgirls rest.
Linzi Martin: That is not a smart move.
Wood with an enzeguri, but Starr ducks under, delivering a bulldog to Wood that takes him out for the moment. Starr rolls up to his feet, eating a plancha from Meghan for his troubles. Starr’s head makes very solid contact with the floor as Meghan rolls through and up to her feet. Without missing a beat, Meghan is on the railing, leaping off with a bicycle type of kick to Pohatu.
Larry Gordon: Look at her agility!
Linzi Martin: Bet Simon knows if Tamika is as agile.
Pohatu catches her, driving her onto the railing and Meghan screams out in a sharp bit of pain(more like a yelp of surprise, though it would hurt like hell). Pohatu rolls up to his feet, Matt Stone spinning Pohatu around, kicking him in the gut, and delivering a sunset flip powerbomb onto the forgotten steel chair.
Larry Gordon: I had forgotten about that chair!
Linzi Martin: Pohatu won’t.
Back in the ring, Tamika and Wood are exchanging rights and lefts, along with a few wrestling holds. Wood with a hammerlock, but Tamika will quickly reverse it in to one of her own. Wood with a reversal in to one of his own, then a headlock, then he spins around but Tamika lifts him up with a belly to belly. Wood lands on his feet, spinning around with a shin to her face, but alters it at the last second, going for her ribs. Tamika grabs the shin, going with the kick, then completing some sort of Dragon screw Legwhip that sends Wood down on the female version of viagra canvas.
Larry Gordon: This is getting intense, everyone in this match is completely battered.
Linzi Martin: Mmmm tell me about it.
Stone is on the apron and hops into the ring! C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER ON TAMIKA NASH STRADER!!! Matt Stone rolls Tamika over, but in comes Pohatu and Starr! Pohatu tackles Stone to the ground, and begins wailing on him in a desperate attempt to keep him away from the downed Strader. Pohatu and Stone roll out of the ring and on the outside of the ring Stone locks in a camel clutch on Pohatu. Starr stalks Marvin Wood as Wood gets to his feet, he rushes at Wood but Wood instinctively dodges him. Wood goes at Starr, IMPERFECT TENSE!!!! Wood covers!
1!
Meghan with a chair smashes it over the back of Pohatu’s head on her way into the ring.
2!!
Meghan slides into the ring and jumps to her feet, Tamika is up too now.
3!!!!!
NO!!! MEGHAN WITH A CHAIR SHOT ON THE BACK OF WOOD’S HEAD BREAKS THE 3 COUNT!!! Meghan continues to crack the chair repeatedly against Wood’s face, he puts his arms up for what little protection they’ll offer. Matt Stone is on the ring apron, but Tamika dives through the middle ropes and spears him off the apron, through the barricade and right into front row. Meghan turns to face Pohatu and begs him to bring it, but she doesn’t see Lucious Starr back up.
Linzi Martin: BEHIND YOU MEGHAN!
HADES FLAME ON MEGHAN NASH STRADER!!!! STARR COVERS! POHATU COVERS ON TOP OF THEM BOTH!
1!
Tamika grabs a beer bottle from a fan and smashes it over Stone’s face, cutting his face open. Stone at the same time knees her in the gut, wrapping his arms around her neck and head and his legs around her waist.
2!!
Marvin Wood pulls himself to his feet.
3!!!!!!!!
NO!!! WOOD WITH A MASSIVE LEG DROP BREAKS THE COUNT!
Larry Gordon: This match is going to give me my heart problems back.
Linzi Martin: Hold on tight, Larry!
Wood is up again but so is Starr. Pohatu takes a moment to regain his composure as Starr and Wood lock horns. Starr whips Wood into the ropes and goes after him but Wood grabs Starr and snap suplexes him over the top rope, both men tumbling to the outside of the ring. Pohatu goes to check on Starr, but he doesn’t see Meghan getting up behind him. She spins him around, kicks him in the gut… MY FRIEND OF MISERY ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! POHATU IS DOWN! Meghan COVERS!
1!
Stone throws Tamika off of himself. Starr is trying to get up but Wood grabs him and hit’s a spinning neck breaker.
2!!
Stone slides into the ring, but Tamika lunges after him and grabs onto his ankles and pulls him right back out. Wood slides into the ring.
3!!!
Wood drops an elbow onto the back of Meghans head, but it’s too late!
DING DING DING
Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match and advancing to the finals of RP3T… Meghan & Tamika Nash Strader… THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!
Meghan rolls out of the ring and picks up Tamika, and the Girls head quickly backstage. Starr looks up as if ready to give chase, but sees the futility in it. Wood joins Stone as they begin heading away. Pohatu is up now, and shakes his head as he looks out to Starr. Pohatu is too late to warn Starr, as Masakazu pops right out of the crowd and hops up onto the barricade and then springboards himself off and hit’s a super kick onto the back of Starr’s head. Starr goes flying into the ring post, and Masakazu begins stomping down on him. Pohatu looks ready to help Starr but Masakazu shakes his head.
Masakazu: This has nothing to do with you.
Masakazu is heard saying by a nearby camera, but Starr quickly low blows Mas and then gets to his feet. Mas clutches his balls, and Starr takes down the young Kalis with a Russian Leg Sweep. Starr gets to his feet and looks up to see Pohatu leaving the ringside area. Starr begins heading back up the ramp, but Masakazu gives him chase. Masakazu from behind leaps into the air and hit’s a face buster to Starr, smashing his face against the ramp. Masakazu lifts Starr up by his long hair and throws him forward to the top of the entrance ramp. Starr with a stiff right into Masakazu’s gut, and then a spinning neck breaker for his trouble.
Linzi Martin: Two Generals battling it out!
Larry Gordon: Starr is no general, not anymore.
Starr pounds Masakazu’s face against the entrance ramp, but Masakazu elbows him in the face. He follows it up with a European uppercut for good measure. Masakazu kicks Starr in the gut grabs onto him and lifts…
Linzi Martin: Ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-
Masakazu drops back, off the stage and all the way down through sound equipment and tables with the MASADRIVER!!! Masakazu winces in pain as he rolls off Starr in the debris. Starr isn’t moving at all, and Masakazu pulls himself to his feet and without saying a word limps his way back.
Larry Gordon: Adrian should’ve thought that through more, he’s got a match coming up.
Linzi Martin: Starr should’ve reconsidered threatening The Order here in REBEL Pro.
Huntin’ The World Part 4 of 6
A throat clears as the camera dissolves from blackness to a scene in Durham, NC. The establishment is one that has been seen on Rebel Pro television before, it is that of Hardcore Drinking. Bubba J stands near the camera, the establishment behind him.
“I come to you today, not on the hunt exactly, but still on the hunt full force.”
He lights up a cigarette, glaring at the person holding the camera.
“I don’t care if kids watch this, I smoke and this is me; if they don’t like it then they can kiss my ass.”
The guy obviously shuts up.
“But I’m giving a call out to this individual. I’ve called you, I’ve sent you text messeges, I’ve left voicemails, and I’ve even went by your old apartment.”
He shakes his head.
“All to no avail. I know that you are out there. I know that you probably don’t want to return, that you want to spend time with your family and all… I respect that actually.”
He looks deeply in to the camera.
“But Rebel Pro needs you man, the fans here need you, the fate of Rebel Pro… may lay in your hands.”
He continues staring.
“You love this place, being here from one of the very first shows, back before Gordon, back before Aggression, back before that bitch Rex Caliber ran this company… you were here.”
He shakes his head.
“But where in the fuck did you go man? Do you want Rebel Pro to fall? Do you want to see it disappear? Do you want to see all that you, me, and so many others have built… dissolve in to nothing more than an internet archive?”
He looks at the ember on the cigarette then back to the camera.
“I am not going to beg, but I just want you to know that if Rebel Pro fails… all of our blood… is on your hands.”
{sharp cut}
RP3T Round 2
The Sovereign vs. Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake versus Hardcore Snowfall
As we fade to ringside, we find all six competitors are in the ring. There’s a certain intensity in everyone’s eyes as “Confrontation” by Damien Marley plays in lieu of any entrance music.
DING DING
Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The winning team will advance to the RP3T FINALS! In this corner, it is my pleasure to present the team of Mr. Hardcore and Scottie “The Panther” Snow… HARDCORE SNOWFAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!
The crowd gives Snow and Hardcore a sizeable cheer, both men wave to the fans.
Jenny Jersey: In the opposite corner, these AoWF main stays need no introduction… ThunderWOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF and Jeffrey DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
There’s a good cheer for them as well, though they don’t bother waving to the fans.
Jenny Jersey: And finally, in that corner… The team of Teresa Quaranta and Masakazu… THE SOVEREIGN!!!!
Masakazu, in a black on white Batman t-shirt blows bubbles towards Drake and Wolf as Teresa ignores the mixed reaction of boos and cheers they receive.
Linzi Martin: Oh my god… HERE WE GO LARRY!
DING DING DING
Drake looks to Masakazu with a “Cocky Grin”, which causes Masakazu to drop to his knees and clutch his chest wincing in pain. Drake approaches him as Thunderwolf quickly takes hold of Scottie Snow and suplexes him into the corner turnbuckle. Teresa Quaranta with a flying elbow on Mr. Hardcore sends him crashing into another turnbuckle. Drake and Masakazu seem to be exchanging words as Drake approaches Masakazu. Masakazu goes for a low blow, Drake side steps it enough where Mas only hit’s the inside of his thigh. Masakazu throws himself back, rolling onto is shoulders, neck, and then flipping backwards and getting to his feet. Adrian Kalis bounces off the ropes and lunges at Drake, who quickly manages to counter with a wonderfully executed spine buster.
Larry Gordon: The Fatal Charm versus The General! This is HUGE!
Masakazu rolls and gets to his feet, flicking his nose as he begins to sway back and forth for another go at Jeffrey Drake.
Linzi Martin: YEAH!
Teresa Quaranta puts her boot to Mr. Hardcore’s throat, pressing the heel against his throat. Thunderwolf whips Scottie Snow into the ropes, and then clotheslines him over the top rope. It’s damn near disgusting as Scottie Snow spews vomit all over the ring apron and into a few fans in front row, clearly still feeling a bit under the weather from earlier in the week. Thunderwolf observes in disgust, before turning around and meeting a spinning heel kick from Teresa Quaranta. Mr. Hardcore slides out of the ring to check on Scottie Snow, as Masakazu unleashes a quick fury of thrust kicks towards Drake. Drake side steps each kick and then grapples with Masakazu. A power struggle ensues, and Masakazu realizes he won’t overpower the bigger Drake. Mas lifts his knees into Drake’s chest repeatedly until the grapple is released. He then hops up onto Drake, climbing Drake via his own legs and drives his knees into Drake’s face, taking him down to the canvas. Masakazu quickly reaches back and pulls up a leg.
1!
KICK OUT!
Larry Gordon: There was no way.
Linzi Martin: He might be trying to play a psychological game.
Mas rolls off of Drake. Thunderwolf with a Russian Leg Sweep on Teresa Quaranta takes her down, but from her back she throws up one of those long legs and kicks him square in the face. Thunderwolf stumbles back and Teresa pulls herself to her feet. With a single chop to Thunderwolf’s chest, the whole arena can hear the impact.
Linzi Martin: It’s been a while since REBEL Pro has been back to the Aggression Arena here in Durham, and these fans are really getting a taste of world class athletics.
Mr. Hardcore helps Scottie Snow wipe the rest of the puke off himself with a fans t-shirt.
Larry Gordon: Mostly.
Teresa kicks, and elbows, and chops Thunderwolf repeatedly and in quick succession. Drake with a tornado DDT on Masakazu has Mas’ eyes rolling around in his head. Drake lifts Mas up and has him in a collar-elbow tie up, before turning it into an armbar. Masakazu twists himself around and puts Drake into a wristlock before sending another stiff knee right into Drake’s face by jumping up. Thunderwolf lifts a boot up as Teresa rushes him in the corner, cracking her across the face hard. She spins around and holds her bottom lip before quickly turning back to face Thunderwolf. Kelser is up on the middle turnbuckle and comes down onto Teresa with a double axe handle smash, sending the AoWF and Victory World Champion to the canvas hard. Masakazu quickly ties up Drake’s arms, but Drake counters and goes for the Hero’s Suplex!!! But Masakazu pulls himself back down and reverses it, going for a vertical suplex of his own BUUUUT Drake reverses it! Drake goes right back for the Hero’s Suplex but Masakazu reverses it and this time locks Drake’s arms up, spins quickly placing Drake’s head beneath him and drops! ORDER AND CHAOS! Thunderwolf with a lariat on Teresa Quaranta misses, and she tosses him out of the ring but Thunderwolf grabs onto her hair and pulls her out of the ring with him awkwardly. Masakazu quickly drops onto Drake and covers!
1!
Mr. Hardcore grabs the ring bell and slides into the ring.
2!!
Mr. Hardcore drops the ring bell right onto the back of Masakazu’s head and Masakazu immediately rolls off of Drake in pain, bleeding from the back of his head. Mr. Hardcore picks the bell up again and drops it on Drake, but Drake moves out of the way in time to avoid the heavy chunk of metal falling onto his beautifully purrty face. Drake is up and grabs Mr. Hardcore, HERO’S SUPLEX EASILY CONNECTS! Drake with the cover!
1!
2!!
Masakazu with an elbow drop right onto Drake breaks up the count. Teresa Quaranta and Thunderwolf are in a grapple fest on the outside of the ring. She whips him into the announcers table hard, but Thunderwolf with an elbow into her gut then smashes her face against one of the TV screens. Teresa grabs onto Thunderwolf and goes for an implant DDT, but Thunderwolf reverses it, lifts and then chucks Teresa Quaranta into the steel steps by the ring. He rushes at her and she toe drags his ass right into those same steel steps, Thunderwolf hitting them face first. Teresa gets to her feet and then lifts up the top half of the steel steps and brings it over her head. She slams it down but Thunderwolf instinctively rolls out of the way. Scottie Snow calmly observes it all, clutching his stomach and trying not to hack anything else up.
Linzi Martin: Snow doesn’t seem to be feeling too well there.
Larry Gordon: Yes I wonder why he even showed up.
Drake clotheslines Masakazu over the top rope and Mr. Hardcore picks the bell up again and goes to hit Drake but misses. Drake scoops up Hardcore and slams him down with a Firemans Carry. The boos suddenly ring out through the arena as Masakazu gets to his feet, and we see Lucious Starr with lead pipe in hand walking down the entrance ramp. Masakazu looks back into the ring at Drake, and Drake looks back at Masakazu and gives him a simple nod. Masakazu seems ready to rush towards Starr but instead quickly spins around, hops the apron and sprinboards himself into the ring with a cross body splash on Jeffrey Drake. Masakazu gets up just in time as Starr makes his way into the ring. Drake gets to his feet. Teresa Quaranta and Thunderwolf slug it out outside of the ring, before they both end up on top of the announcers table.
Linzi Martin: Don’t you wish Teresa wore a squirt to matches?
Larry Gordon: OH my, excuse me!
Teresa Quaranta goes for a vertical suplex on Thunderwolf, but as she drops his caves her head in with his and both of them go head first through the announcers table!!! Scottie Snow slides into the ring and then lays there, clutching his tummy, and Mr. Hardcore checks on him. Masakazu eyes Starr. Drake eyes Mas. Starr eyes Mas, Mas eyes Drake. Drake eyes Starr, and so on and so forth. Starr swings with the lead pipe, Masakazu ducks, the swing goes all the way around but Drake steps back and leans back to avoid it.
Linzi Martin: A Master, A Charm and an… Order guy! In the ring! Larry?!
Larry Gordon: OH MY!
Starr swings wildly with the lead pipe! He cracks Mas across the face! Then Drake! But then Mas throws himself shoulder first into Starr’s legs. Starr flies forward, Drake grabs his neck and DDT’s his bitch ass into the ring bell. Mas and Drake get up and then lift Starr to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Both Masakazu and Jeffrey Drake double dropkick Starr out of the ring. They both get up and seem quite pleased with themselves, that is right until Drake grabs Mas and then hit’s a Fishermans Suplex on Masakazu. Masakazu goes to get up but Starr grabs him by the legs and pulls him out of the ring. Scottie Snow stumbles to his feet, and this is when Drake notices Hardcore Snowfall huddled together. Teresa and Thunderwolf show signs of movement as they pull themselves out of the debris. Drake locks eyes with Scottie Snow. Snow locks eyes with The Fatal Charm. Drake tilts his head, and offers Snow a cocky grin. The Panther falls to his knees, pukes, and begins TAPPING OUT! Drake’s eyes widen. The referee sees this, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Larry Gordon: Oh my!
Linzi Martin: FUCK!
Masakazu stands up, even Starr stops and looks confused. Snow rolls away from his puke and sighs. Mr. Hardcore drops to his knees and holds his head in disbelief.
Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match via submission, Jeffrey Drake AND THUNDERWOLF!!!
Starr immediately high tails it the hell out of there, laughing all the way up the ramp. Thunderwolf is laughing too, and Teresa just looks at Masakazu with pure bewilderment. All Masakazu can do is shrug in disbelief himself.
Larry Gordon: First the cakes, now this?
Linzi Martin: This isn’t the first time Drake won a match by grinning at an opponent.
Larry Gordon: And just when things were picking up…
The Wild Card
Gordon makes it to Simon Kalis’ office, and enters without knocking.
Larry Gordon: Simon!
Kalis stands right to his feet, all smiles.
Simon Kalis: Larry!
They shake hands, and then Simon motions Gordon to take a seat.
Simon Kalis: What brings you from the announcers table all the way here?
Larry Gordon: Well, as you know, both Kvlt and Violet were unable to make it to the arena.
Kalis sighs and nods.
Simon Kalis: I think they’re both on the No Fly List. Gonna have to fix that. At least for Drachen.
He laughs.
Simon Kalis: Why do you ask?
Larry Gordon: That leaves Anna without an opponent, and I’m sure you don’t want it becoming another Lisa Seldon situation.
Simon Kalis: You got an idea?
Larry Gordon: Jaice Wilds.
Simon laughs, slapping his knee. After a moment, however…
Simon Kalis: You’re serious, aren’t you?
Larry Gordon: Yes. Ignoring the fact he is with The Masters, you can’t deny he’s got talent and you yourself saved him from being deported a few months ago.
Kalis’ goofy look quickly changes to a much more sombre squint of the eyes.
Simon Kalis: Why? Why Jaice?
Larry Gordon: There’s rumours Simon, rumours of how you are stacking the deck against The Masters in REBEL Pro.
Simon Kalis: If they’re just rumours people are clearly not paying attention.
Larry Gordon: Trust me. I’m asking this as a favour.
Kalis taps his desk and then nods.
Simon Kalis: It’s done.
Gordon, with a smile and a nod, gets up to head back to ringside.
Simon Kalis: Larry… Wait.
Gordon turns around.
Larry Gordon: Yes?
Simon lowers his head, concern wrinkling his face.
Simon Kalis: Nothing.
Gordon shrugs and walks out.
Simon Kalis: Hmph.
REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match/RP3T Round 2
Might & Magic vs. Grade A Nastiness vs. C3 ©
Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen this next bout is a Triple Threat Tag Team and is for the Rebel Pro… Tag Team TITLES!!”
The crowd cheers in responses to Jenny, as soon as he finishes Tool’s Sober hits the speakers, the crowd has a mix of jeers and cheers as Moke Doshky and The Dragon walk out from behind the curtain together, they stare down at the ring and make their way down the ramp.
Jenny Jersey: “Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds… Moke Doshky and The Dragon! They Are MIGHT AND MAGIC!”
They stop at the end of the ramp and stare out into the audience before making their way to the ring, the constant mix of jeers and cheers continues on as they make it between the ropes and into the squared circle, “Sober” fades away from the speakers as they wander off to a corner, and talk strategy.
Jenny Jersey: “And their opponents…”
Motley Crue’s “Wild Side” hits the speakers, the crowd is on their feet, they haven’t heard this music before, the song plays for a bit before Vince’s vocals kick in, and running out from the curtain comes “Grade A” Alex Wilkie and “Big Nasty” Mark McNasty! The crowd goes crazy as they take seperate positions at the each end of the stage, Posing to the crowd for those with flash photography.
Jenny Jersey: “Weighing in at a combined weight of 515 pounds! Hailing from Atlanta Georgia… he is Mark McNasty! And now residing from Toronto, Ontario Canads! Alex Wilkie!… They are! GRADE A NASTYNESS!”
The two of them run down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope, each going to different turnbuckles again, posing for the rebel pro fans who were about to get a show.
” E.T. ” By Katy Perry featuring Kanye West hits up and out step the team of C3. The REBEL PRO Tag Team Champions proceed to the ring
Jenny Jersey: Making their way to the ring, residing in Los Angeles, California. She is Emily Corlen. He hails from Edmonton, Alberta. At a combined weight of 405 pounds…….THE CORLEN CASE CONNECTION!!!!
The duo enter the ring as their manager The Wiz stands in their corner on the outside of the ring.
All three teams meet in the ring as the ref goes over the rules with them, C3 reluctantly hands over their tag titles, he shows them to GAN, then to M&M… both teams nod and he holds them up in the air, he then goes off to the side to hand them to Jenny Jersey, he makes sure all three times are in their corners, McNasty and Wilkie in the top right, Corlen and Case in the bottom left and Might and Magic in the top left.
The ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!
The match is on its way, McNasty, Case and Dragon all in the ring first, They size each other up for a moment before Case calls for a game of mercy between the three of them, Dragon looks over to McNasty then puts his hands up, McNasty follows in suit, but just as they are all about to lock fingers, McNasty and Dragon both drive their boots into Case’s gut! Then pull him into a swift double suplex! Already team work from two who aren’t even on the same team, however, before they can even capitalize, Dragon goes for the grapple on McNasty forcing him into the top left corner where Doshky was, he pulls his hands back to show he wasn’t about to do anything before Dragon begins to drive his fists into the gut of McNasty, the crowd counts out but before Dragon can even get to six the ref comes over to pull him away, Doshky takes the advantage to use the tag rope to choke out McNasty!
The ref turns around to see Doshky choking McNasty and Moke quickly pulls away, again the ref is turned, Case quickly dives under Dragon and rolls him up with a school boy! The ref turns around and dives in to count!
1!
2!
The count is stopped as McNasty drop kicks Case right to his head, sending him off of Dragon! Sliding Case into the unoccupied corner! This time McNasty goes to pin Dragon!
1!
Dragon kicks out and rolls out of the way, now all three men are up, Case staggering to his feet, shaking his head from the drop kick! McNasty stares down the two men, while Case and Dragon repay in kind. McNasty quicky rushes the dragon and whips him into the GAN corner! Case takes this distraction to his advantage and goes to lock up with McNasty from behind! McNasty spins around and pushes case right into the Dragon! Case staggers back and McNasty catches him into a sickening reverse DDT!
McNasty gets back up to his feet and high fives his partner, Alex Wilkie, into the match, McNasty whispers something into Wilkies ear and they both grin, Wilkie grabs McNasty by the arm and whips him towards the Dragon! McNasty leaps into the air and hits Dragon with a hard Stinger Splash! Grade A Nastyness is all fired up as Dragon staggers forward into a hard Northern Lights Suplex from Wilkie!!
The Crowd is electric as Wilkie lets out a mighty war-cry! Rushing around the ring! He doesn’t realize that Case had made the Tag and Corlen is unleashed into the ring! Smashing into Wilkie with a hard clothes then! Then McNasty with another! Then Moke as he rushes into to save his partner! Corlen is just as fired up as she stalks Wilkie, Wilkie, getting to his feet he turns around just as Corlen lifts up her leg for the Skullcracker chick kick! Wilkie ducks under it, Corlen misses by an inch and spins around, only into Moke’s arms who lifts her up and drops her for a hard Spinebuster!
The ref pushes Moke back into his corner as no tag was made, as Wilkie quickly rushes to his feet, the Dragon slowly inching to Moke, and Corlen laying on her back in the middle of the ring. Wilkie points that out to McNasty and they both laugh, Wilkie goes for a lax pin against Corlen.
1!
Kick out!
Corlen literally pushes Wilkie off and rolls out of the way! Neither of them noticing Dragon who’s slowly is just about to Moke, but so he becomes so far away as Corlen and Wilkie pull him back to the middle by his legs! He counters though and flips around onto his back, booting both Corlen and Wilkie off! He scrambles up to his feet and slaps the had of Moke, who charges in through the ropes and runs right for the two other members. Corlen and Wilkie, astonishling on the same page, both lift the extremely heavy Moke up for a flapjack! Guillotining him on the top rope! Both of them look on at their handy work before they lock up in the center of the ring!
Corlen goes for a side headlock, but Wilkie counters and pushes her into the ropes, she runs back and Wilkie dives under her, she bounces off the opposing ropes and wilkie leap frogs over her again, she stops just before she hits the ropes and turns around, this time ducking herself under a clothesline from Wilkie! Corlen, with her back to Wilkie’s, quickly hooks her arms around his head and pulls him down for a hard neckbreaker!! She capitalizes and goes for a pin!
1!
2!
Kick out!!
Wilkie rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, Corlen gets to hers aswell and leaps into action, this time going for another side headlock! She pulls hard on the lock but Wilkie reverses and pulls her over for a modified back-suplex! He rolls out of the headlock and goes for a pin, but before the count can even be made, Moke breaks it up with a double Axe handle to the back of Wilkie!
Moke easily scoops Wilkie up into a cradle before lifting him onto his shoulders, he walks around the ring, showing off his strength before he lifts Wilkie into a military free press! He lets out a mighty roar and turns around, Right into The Skullcracker of Emily Corlen! She just about falls over from stretching her leg that high, but succeeds in knocking out Moke, sending Wilkie falling right to the floor!!
Corlen goes for the pin on Moke!
1!
2!
Dragon slips down and puts Moke’s foot on the rope, the ref doesn’t catch him doing it, but catches Moke’s foot and calls off the pin, Corlen sees this and lets out buy soft viagra a disgusted groan, she picks herself up though and walks over to Case, slapping his head to let the fresher man in.
Case smirk over to McNasty and flips him the bird before he picks Wilkie up and drives a knee right into his gut! He grabs wilkies arms and sets him up for his “Just 2 talented”, but as he lifts him up, Wilkie shifts his weight, Case having a hard time lifting him, he backs up and drives his knee into his gut again, but the same result, Case just can’t lift the kick and yelling Wilkie! He finally goes for broke and lifts again, this time however Wilkie lifts Case up and flips him over and onto his back, Wilkie then staggers forward to slap the hand of McNasty! Who rushes at Case almost immediatly, driving his hard boot into the skull of case one more time! McNasty looks down at case and shrugs, looking over to make sure Moke was out he runs over to the top turnbuckle and climbs up, he signals for the end, using his Malicious Intent! But just as he’s about to jump, Corlen shakes the ropes his on and he falls down hard, canning himself, Wilkie lets out an audible cry for his fallen comrade, who had tumbled down the ropes and into the ring, holding his parts.
Corlen just laughs and makes a raspberry noise to Wilkie, three men down in the ring, three of them on the side, fresh and waiting for the tag, Moke was already up on his hands and knees on his way to the ring side, Case, furthest away, was almost making the long journey, McNasty however was not stirring, laying on his side in the fetal position.
Moke quickly makes the tag and The Dragon rushes in! He wastes no time and pulls Case, up his arm still stretched out to Corlen, he pulls him into a Sleeper hold and then with no showboating drops him with a hard sleeper-hold slam! Dragon hooks both the legs of Case!
1!
2!
Kick out!
Case kicks out and Dragon whines about a slow count, however again, he wastes no time, he gets up to his feet and pulls Case up, but this time Case counters into a small package!
1!
2!
Dragon kicks out!
Case gets to his feet, fired up now, the two kicks to the head not phasing him, he grabs Dragon by what hair he had and into the butterfly suplex hold! He lets out a yell as he drops him back down with the “Just 2 talented!” he hooks both of dragons legs!
1!
2!!
Wilkie breaks up the count with a hard Baseball slide! Corlen rushes into the match to stop Wilkie, the ref pushes himself between them, McNasty meets Corlen from behind with a low blow! She didn’t have parts, but McNasty did it hard enough he knew she would feel it! Corlen crumbles over and McNasty leaps up shouting “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?!”
Case pops up from McNasty and grabs his arm pushing him down to the Mat now going for his “Gamebreaker” Crippler Crossfase! He tries to pull McNasty’s headback to lock it in but McNasty shakes and moves his head and body, trying to get out of it for dear life! Case gets one arm around! McNasty inches for the ropes! Case gets the other in! McNasty is so close! Case locks it in but with alittle help from his partner McNasty snatches the rope full on!! the ref calls for Case to break the hold and Case gets up, furious and red faced, he shouts at the ref! McNasty pulls himself up using the rope, pulling himself to Wilkie, who’s got his arm stretched out as far as he could manage!
Corlen shouts to Case to keep his attention on the match! He turns around just as McNasty makes the tag! Wilkie rushes into the ring, Case gets no time to react as Wilkie drives his foot into his gut and hits him for a hard “Grade A” Stunner!! Corlen runs in and Wilkie kicks her too hitting another “Grade A” Stunner! He rushes around the ring and pulls Case to the middle over to the GAN corner! He slaps McNastys hand as he rushes up to the top rope! McNasty leaps off and hits Case with a hard Malicious Intent!
He quickly hooks the pin just as Dragon is about to rush in and break it up! Wilkie tosses him out over the top rope and crashing down to the mat! The ref drops down for the count!
1!
Corlen gets up!
2!
Corlen scrambles over, tripping over herself to break up the pin!
3!
Corlen falls to the mat as the ref calls for the bell! Wilkie can’t believe! McNasty can’t either! Both of them their eyes wide like dinner plates McNasty jumps to his feet, both of them now jumping up in down, screaming, cheering, Wilkie is crying! The ref brings them the Rebel Pro Tag Team Title belts, Wilkie snatches his and hugs it like it was a long lost Child, McNasty just holds his, staring at it, like it was a mythic leprechaun!
Jenny Jersey: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER! AND THE NEW REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!… MARK MCNASTY AND ALEX WILKIE! GRADE.. A… NASTYNESS!!”
The Ref raises them arms as they both let out triumphant cries of success! Wilkie straps the Corlen labelled title around his waist while McNasty straps on Cases! They go to each corner of the ring and pose for the world to see, flash photography going off all over the arena!
Corlen and Case both leave the ring, staring down the new champions, Moke checking on the Dragon who had landed on his head outside the ring.
Wilkie hop down and calls for a Microphone, he taps it alittle and McNasty turns around, smiling as wide as he could.
Wilkie: “Mark… Grade A Nastyness getting back together man.. this was all you man! This for me, was like beating Contra… like beating Ninja Gaiden… Like beating Castlevania all in the same night… You’re the best friend a guy could have!”
McNasty, who was now crying at the soppy cheesy speech pulls Wilkie in for a big hug before Wilkie pulls back and raises McNastys arm, pointing to him, getting the crowd to give it up and cheer more.
But WAIT! There’s MORE!
Gold comes tumbling into Simon’s office.
Jeremy Gold: They’re here! They’re here!
Kalis spins in his chair, throwing papers all about the office. Fuck he think he is, Lisa Seldon?
Simon Kalis: Who is?
Jeremy Gold: Kvlt and Violet!
Simon Kalis: Oh? WONDERFUL! I was going to fill the last ten minutes of air time with me talking about how awesome I am. I guess we saved the people from having to hear things they already know to be true.
Jeremy Gold: Right!
Simon Kalis: Get’em to the ring! Or, wait. I got a better idea.
Kalis sits up and throws Gold out of his way as he leaves the office and disappears.
REBEL Pro Aggression Title #1 Contenders Match
Kvlt Drachen versus Violet Harper
Cut to ringside, where Jenny Jersey stands proud.
Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit, and is for the number one contendership to the REBEL Pro Wrestling Aggression championship!
The arena goes dark for what seems like an eternity, but it’s only about fifteen seconds. Then the guitar of the Dum Dum Girls, covering the song “Play With Fire”, hits the sound system as the crowd starts to boo.
-Well, you’ve got your diamonds and you’ve got your pretty clothes-
-And the chauffeur drives your car-
-You let everybody know-
-But don’t play with me, cause you’re playing with fire-
Violet makes her way out from backstage, wearing tight black pants that have that stitched up look to them. She’s got on a tight dark blue see through long sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows and sporting a very sexy lace black bra underneath.
Jenny Jersey: Introducing now… hailing from Portsmouth, New Hampshire…
Violet has a wicked smile and starts her walk down the rampway with a click of her heels, covered in dominatrix style black leather boots.
-Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score-
-Now she gets her kicks in stepney-
-Not in knights bridge anymore-
-So don’t play with me, cause you’re playing with fire-
Jenny Jersey: She weighs in tonight at 139 pounds… she is a former RPW Aggression Champion… VIOLET… HARPER!!!
Another chorus of boo’s as Violet climbs into the ring. She’s something sexy, that’s for sure, and the thick black eye liner, crimson red lipstick and her strawberry blonde after-sex style hair certainly makes her case. The music dies down as she gets ready for her match, replaced by the droning guitars of Marduk’s “Dreams of Blood and Iron” as the lights die save for white and red strobelights around the entrance curtain. 21 seconds pass as the drums kick in, producing Kvlt Drachen from behind the curtain.
Jenny Jersey: Introducing next, hailing from Oslo, Norway…
Kvlt slowly stalks down the entrance ramp, his elbows bent and his hands curled like claws at waist-level with his palms facing the floor.
Jenny Jersey: Weighing in at 280 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall…
Drachen stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up from beneath the hood of his cloak, and then quickly unbuckles it, letting it slide off and crumple to the floor. With a quick burst of energy, Drachen jumps onto the ring apron, holding the top rope. He steps in and drops to his knees in the center of the ring, clutching at his throat with both hands before spewing a red, blood-like mist up into the air.
Jenny Jersey: …KVLT DRACHEN!!!
His thumbs cross his throat to up near his ears before he slowly drags them across it, staring into the camera all the while. He finishes, leaping to his feet, and then unbuckles the spiked gauntlets on his forearms as the music dies down and the lights return to normal.
Linzi Martin: Look who’s showing up now!
Simon Kalis walks out from behind the curtain, other members of the Order of Chaos flanking out behind him as well. Emily Corlen. Bubba J. DL Slayton. The new general, Masakazu. The whereabouts of the others may be a mystery at the moment, but this is enough to show some solid anti-MoA support.
Larry Gordon: It looks like Simon’s letting Violet and the rest of the Masters know that this is a MATCH, not another MoA beatdown.
The bell rings…
**DING DING DING**
…as Violet watches Corlen, Slayton, Bubba, and Masakazu walk down to surround the ring. Masa fires off a quick Order salute to the fans, which they return with great glee, as each one takes a different side of the ring to cover. She turns to face Kvlt, whose cold gaze focuses solely upon her. She nods, and both walk into the center of the ring.
Larry Gordon: I have the feeling that Violet Harper may not be too keen on the fact that the rest of the Masters can’t be involved in this match tonight, just solely due to the sheer size and strength advantage of Kvlt.
Linzi Martin: She’s one of the last graduates of the Frontline Academy and a former Aggression champion already, boss. I’m not sure she’s sweating him too much.
Kvlt goes to grab Violet, but she ducks underneath his arms and goes behind him. He turns and eats a pair of quick shots to the face. Harper hits the ropes and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt, rolling to her feet and quickly spitting in Bubba J’s face. Buba wipes the saliva off his cheek and hops onto the apron, but Harper dives at Kvlt, looking to take him down with an inside cradle. Drachen quickly powers out, launching Violet across the ring and into the corner.
Linzi Martin: Something tells me that Violet’s going to need a better strategy to take him down.
Harper slowly steps out of the corner, being taunted by Slayton and Corlen as she does so, and Kvlt draws a line in the proverbial sand with his boot across the canvas. Violet shows no fear, though, and charges in. She ducks under a big boot attempt and locks on a rear waistlock, managing to roll Drachen down into a rear cradle.
1!
Kvlt quickly breaks the pin attempt and gets to his feet as Violet snaps off a few jabs to the jaw, sending him sprawling into the corner. Harper darts in with a monkey flip attempt, but Kvlt holds her, stepping slowly out to the center of the ring before placing her on her feet, shaking his head and wagging his finger.
Larry Gordon: This won’t be fun for her.
Drachen quickly dumps Violet onto her back with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, popping up to his feet to appreciate the applause from some of the anti-MoA crowd and the four ringside members of the Order of Chaos, looking up the ramp to find Simon Kalis nodding in approval.
Linzi Martin: It looks like fair praise is being given to a non-Order member.
Larry Gordon: Anybody on the REBEL roster against the MoA, even just in a match, is somebody that the Order can get behind.
Kvlt grabs a handful of Violet’s hair and brings her to her feet, whipping her into the ropes. She rebounds and he catches her with a tilt-a-whirl onto his shoulder, running to the nearest corner to go for a Snake Eyes attempt, but Violet shoves herself out of it behind him, launching him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad with a dropkick to the upper back. Drachen stumbles out of the corner, turning around, and Violet takes him down to the mat with a headscissors, locking him into a chinlock with a body scissors.
Larry Gordon: Well, the tides have turned quite quickly again.
Violet struggls to maintain her hold as Kvlt forces himself to a knee, powering up to his feet as he leans forward and hooks Harper’s arms with his hands, prying her off of him. He gets her in position for the Seventh Seal…
Larry Gordon: IT COULD BE ALL OVER RIGHT NOW!!!
…and then runs to the ropes, launching Violet over the top and directly onto Masakazu.
Linzi Martin: That…that was an unfortunate landing…taking out one of the only people making sure the MoA don’t get involved.
Violet and Masa tumble to the floor, with Slayton, Corlen, and Bubba running over to begin planting boots into Violet’s back and face.
Larry Gordon: Or an ultimately convenient one.
Bubba brings Violet to her feet as Corlen helps Masakazu get to his on the floor. Harper gets rolled back into the ring at the feet of Kvlt, who looks down at generic-cialisonlinerxno.com her with a smile. She sits up and meets his eyes, nodding.
Larry Gordon: Wait…what the…?!
Suddenly, the lights die.
Linzi Martin: What’s going on?!
A commotion is heard in the crowd, followed by some clanging of metal and a few slams onto the ring.
Larry Gordon: What the hell is this?! GET THE LIGHTS BACK ON, RIGHT NOW!!!
As if on cue, the lights return, showing just what the commotion was: THE MASTERS OF ARMAGEDDON HAVE ARRIVED.
Larry Gordon: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK?!?!?!?!
Masakazu, Emily Corlen, and DL Slayton are handcuffed to the guardrail on the floor as Bubba J is rolled into the ring by Nightstryker and Lucious Starr, his body being pulled to its feet by Violet Harper and Silverback. At the top of the ramp, Kalis stands still, trembling with rage, but it’s all he can do as Styx and Fley casually stroll through the crowd. Stepping over the guardrail Fley slides into the ring producing a mic while Styx takes the steel steps finding a spot next to Harper and Silverback holding up Bubba J.
Fley: RPW… we’re baaaaack. Although, it wasn’t very easy getting in here tonight. In fact it’s been downright difficult to break into these RPW events since Senior Kalis laid down his edict. He seemed to know exactly where we’d be and when. So that got me to thinking…
Fley cuts a glance over to Kvalt, who stands still in the corner, watching with indifference. He doesn’t back away from Faust’s gaze, but instead returns a steady one of his own. Fley shrugs and returns his attention to the elder Kalis.
Fley: I mean you’re good K Dawg. No way you make it this long in the sport without knowing how to handle yourself and your crew, but ain’t no one that good. There was something wrong. There was something that just didn’t add up.
Fley turns to look at Violet and Silverback and nods to them, they lay into Bubba with a few shots to the face before rolling out of the ring, leaving him open in the corner.
Kvlt charges in and dives with his knee forward, letting his other leg go between the middle and top ropes so that the full force of Kvlt’s 280-pound frame is focused on his knee’s point of impact with Bubba’s midsection (the Drillbit Gutfuck). Faust raises an eye in surprise, nodding his head approvingly.
Kvlt holds him there for a second, smiling behind his corpsepaint dragon mask, and shoves Bubba’s head back, smelling it all. He laughs and pulls himself out of the corner as Stryker and Starr slide in a pair of chairs and a pane of glass. Harper and Silverback quickly go about sitting up the glass on the two chairs. With it all in place they go and take up position next to Styx
Fley: And then it hit me, POW, right between the eyes!
Nightstryker and Lucious Starr work over Slayton and Corlen with vicious attacks on their ribcages before walking over to Masakazu, standing just out of reach of his legs.
In the ring, Kvlt lifts Bubba onto the top rope and then slings him over his shoulder with an inverted crucifix hold, holding him there.
Bryce and Lucious finally slide into the ring and go to stand next to Styx, Harper and Silverback. Fley walks over to them throwing an arm around the slender Harper’s shoulders, pulling her in close. Almost tenderly.
Fley: It all made so much sense once we were able to put two and two together. Golf clap, Kalis. Golf clap. You inserted this cunt into our ranks and now she’s going to die.
Harper’s eyes go wide, but she has little time to react before the might of the M.o.A comes down upon her. At the entrance way Kalis clenches his fists in rage as he shakes his head in regret. Another soldier down.
The attack on Harper continues, her face soon becomes an unrecognizable bloody mess. Styx’s fingers find their way around her throat and she claws at his wrist, kicking her feet and struggling for her next breath. Styx’s expression remains passive as he leans down on her eliminating the traitor.
Kvlt watches from the top rope, still holding Bubba J, his muscle taut and quivering with the effort, but his expression placid.
Harper’s struggles start to lessen. She’s able to reach a hand up that only manages to knock the sunglasses away from Styx’s face. He lets them fall away as he smiles at last. It’s then that he releases his grip on Harper’s throat, leaving behind an angry red mark. He lets her limp body lay on the canvas as he raises to his feet and takes the mic from a bewildered Fley.
He looks over to Kvlt and nods.
Drachen races forward, throwing Bubba face-first through the pane of glass, catching the back of his knees to add an even rougher angle to his descent. Glass flies everywhere, shards sticking into Bubba’s face and chest, and Drachen picks a stray one out of his shoulder, licking his own blood off of it. Styx reaches up to brush a shard of glass away from his cuff sleeve and then looks again to Kvlt.
Styx: I hear all of these voices shouting my name. Screaming for my attention. Pleading for validation. Only I have nothing to say to any of you. You’d like to believe that you have some kind of relevance to me. That I should actually concern myself with you. Interesting.
Styx walks over to him Drachen, locking eyes with him.
Styx: My only concern in this moment is for my creation… for my Masters. To that end I will do anything to protect it. I will form any alliances and shatter any resistance. I believe the past is dead and so I must forge a new future. I believe I must remake us into something awful. I believe many of you will be hurt in this process. And… I believe in Kvlt.
Styx tilts the microphone towards, Drachen.
Kvlt Drachen: MoA Supreme.
“After the Flesh” kicks up over the PA system as Styx, Kvlt, Nightstryker, Silverback, and Starr exit the ring, with Kvlt smiling briefly at Masakazu. They all step over the guardrail, keeping Styx in the center of them all, and exit the building. REBEL Pro’s security forces, Larry Gordon, and Simon Kalis himself scramble to uncuff Corlen, Slayton, and Masakazu as EMTs check on Bubba J and Harper in the ring. Simon kneels down over the bloodied and battered Violet Harper, lifting her head into his arms and forcing a smile. He seems to apologize to her before letting the EMTs lift her onto a stretcher.
Linzi Martin: My God… We’ll uh, see you folks at Birthday Bash.
Simon turns to face Larry Gordon and shakes his head. The cameras cut to a shot of the REBELTron, and otc viagra the two Order of Chaos flags that flank its sides as we fade…
QUICK RESULTS
Bobby Lee defeats Jack Spades, Spades becomes the new Fecal Beagle Champion!
Jack The Mackhammer defeats Duncan Aries and Jeremy Gold
The Cowgirls from Hell defeat Nature and Sticks ‘N’ Stones to advance to the RP3T Finals
DrakeWolf defeat Hardcore Snowfall & The Sovereignty to advance to the RP3T Finals.
Grade A Nastiness defeat C3 and Might & Magic, advancing to the RP3T Finals as REBEL Pro’s Tag Team Champions!
Kvlt Drachen & Violet Harper ends in a no contest.
NEXT WEEK, IN REBEL Pro!
Birthday Bash 2012: Blood in the Sand! Live from Kabul, Afghanistan!
REBEL Pro World Championship Match
Emily Corlen versus Bubba J©
RP3T FINALS: REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match
The Cowgirls from Hell vs. Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake vs. Grade A Nastiness©
REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Overflowing Skittles DEATH MATCH!
Jaice Wilds versus Anna Mathews©
REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Elimination Match
Bobby Lee vs. Jeremy Gold vs. Jack The Mackhammer vs. Jack Spades©
Singles Match
Electra versus Jamie Shields
PLUS!
Unless you’re a Master of Armageddon, you are cordially invited to the Kalis-Strader wedding!
